Character:
Lacus ClyneSeries:
Gundam SEEDCharacter Age: 18
Canon: Lacus is a widely-known name in the SEED-verse (mostly on PLANT-a group of space colonies-where she lived in the first series). She is the daughter of an important political figure, and also a singer/idol. Likely due to her upbringing, she speaks in a very polite manner at all times, though she can get quite serious when needed (she has commanded her own spaceship, after all). She is the former (arranged) fiancé of Athrun Zala, but is in a relationship with Kira Yamato as of Destiny (the second series) canon.
Despite coming off as very naive and perhaps even airheaded at first, she's very intelligent, and is often portrayed as sort of an omniscient goddess-type character - she has the ability to stay calm and composed in almost any situation. That said, if something doesn't sit right with her, she will be all over it, as she is not someone to sit around and wait for others to make things right. She's virtually always accompanied by a small, round, pink robot called 'Haro' (pet-named "Pink-chan"), which bounces and flies and chatters about nothing in particular. It was made and given to her by Athrun when they were around 14.
Sample Post:
Citizens of Camp Fuck You Die: My name is Lacus Clyne, and I have heard your cries.
Do not believe they have fallen on deaf ears! "Iyaaaaaa~n," they say, "don't touch me there!" Is that how we are treating each other? We must stop violating the personal privacy of others so carelessly! How can we expect to come together as a community if some of us live in fear of what others may do to them non-consensually? No one likes to be taken advantage of, and we should be waiting for someone we love to do that. Together we can make sure everyone feels welcome and safe!
Even the undead should feel more welcome here. You call them 'zombies', I understand, but is that not crude? They are just like you, except they've died and been somehow reanimated. They have rights, too! Maybe if we treat them more graciously, they will return the favor! They must have poor, tortured souls that long for deliverance underneath all that decay. When they come to us, arms outstretched, our instinct is to run away... but what if all they really want is a hug? Can we not at least try to feel their pain?
Friends, it has become apparent to me that this camp is rather like a world of its own. Like any other world, it can be changed if we work together. Anything is possible-this may be a beautiful and peaceful world one day, and we have the power to make it so. I believe in all of you! Together we can turn Camp Fuck You Die into Camp Love You Live-nay, Thrive! How I look forward to that day!
And so, everyone, that is why I have climbed to the top of the highest tree, on the highest hill in camp, with the largest megaphone I could find: so that my voice may carry to you, wherever you are, and that you may answer my calling.
I pray that it finds you safe from harm, and without the hand of a shady stranger down your pants.